Rushed steps echoes through the night; it's almost 8 p.m. and you can't wait to slumped down the piles of duvet on your couch.

It's saturday and saturday means movie night. You've been eager to watch this new movie ever since it's aired.

Today's the time; with a plastic bag full of snacks and drinks, you skipped a little in hopes to get back home faster.

Long steps accompanied by a few hops in between did the magic for you, finally you could enjoy your small feast just a few metres away.

A small grin creeped up your face, knowing that you're safely home. Yet it quickly dropped once you heard an incoherent sound. Someth—no, someone? make their presence noticeable. You look around to see who that was.

There he is, laying on the ground right in front of your doorstep. Half lidded violet eyes staring back at you, looking for something akin to help.

Never once in your life, you expect the horrendous sight of someone fighting back to regain consciousness right in front of your doorstep. You can't stop the massive wave of thoughts coming through your head. It almost sent you spiralling before you snapped back to reality and think about what you should do right now.

This is real and you're expected to take action.